Aren’t all chickens female, anyway?

Well, I haven’t died.  Which is probably good news to you.  (I hope?)  But I have been really, just really busy.  In fact, I’m making kind of a terrible decision in blogging tonight instead of studying for my quiz tomorrow on cell metabolism and diffusion/osmosis/active transport, but at least it’s a terrible decision that I’m aware of making and to which I tip my hat.  Yes, decision, you are acknowledged.  I willingly accept the consequences, thankyougoodbye.

Another terrible decision: kettle corn AND ice cream as an Olivia’s-in-bed-HOORAY!!! treat.  Please choose me as a role model on a more studious, less caloric evening, please and thank you.

So, Olivia has this thing with saying, “Oh, chickens!” as kind of an exclamation like, “Oh, crap!”.  She says it came from a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but I can’t really verify that since I fall asleep on the couch every time that show comes on.  Later, she picked up, “Aw, nuts!” from the same show, different episode.  And wouldn’t you know, my innocent little daughter has started mixing her favorite exclamations into one colorful one:  “Oh, chicken nuts!” 

Oh, no.  There is always this moment where I’m torn between laughter and censure.  Chicken nuts?  What am I even supposed to do with that?  And if I know one thing about Olivia, it’s that to make any type of comment about it will make it stick in her brain forever and always.  Suddenly it’ll be a BIG DEAL.  So, she gets to keep her favorite phrase and I get to keep hoping it’ll phase out eventually. 

And of course her dad thinks it’s hysterical.

This is the only thing I could think of to follow up such a story:

Right?

Olivia got a license plate for her tricycle:

She is a legit motorist on the road these days. (at least until 10-12-11.)

Emily and I took the kids to Discovery Park the other day.  Unfortunately, it was the only day in recent history that the skies exploded into a torrential downpour, plus the lightning and thunder was so brilliant and loud, we thought we might go simultaneously deaf and blind, and wouldn’t that be the worst?

   

There is a little person in there if you look closely enough.

It was a pretty big bummer since we drove 20 minutes out there, and the kids didn’t even get to explore half the park. Lame.

I feel like this picture isn’t indicative of how wet I really got from running for maybe 5 seconds to get inside the car.  Once the rain started dumping on us, we mad-dashed it to my car with a child in each person’s arms.  Rusty was so wet, he spent the ride home tilting his head down and watching the water siphon off his hair.  Plus my pants never dried the whole day and I started having terrible déjà vu regarding the never-ceasing sodden ends of pants in the winter.  Oh, it’s so gross!

Oh, hey!  I ran a 10k!  (rhyming!)

I ran it with my friends Cara and Aislinn.  It was my favorite race to date.  I’ve done a couple 5ks and a half marathon, but the 10k is the perfect distance.  (this is an after photo, so don’t judge our sweatiness!)

Good night!